Chapter: Autumn
.
Yellow leaves. The wind
whistles through them and it looks
like it’s protecting
them from falling. I’m leaning
against the maple, dreaming.
.
Overcrowded and
jammed traffic. Back of a hand
touching a lapel.
In that moment, everything
is so soundless and serene.
.
He was standing there,
on a doorstep, soaking wet.
Without a gesture
he handed me a small bag
of cherries. I love cherries.
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From the book Swallowed A Twinkling Star
Katja Pesonen 
It was pleasure to read the text which was born of rhe pen of a pro writer. Congcrarulations.
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Thank you so much Markku! I’m so happy you enjoyed it!
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